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From a Sici^ Roon, 



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So/^G5 OF Faith and Hope 



BY 



Susan riARTHA Dane 



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WITH BRIEF MEMORIAL SKETCHES BY 

Key. H. p. SNOW, 

Key. GEORGE LEWIS, D. D. 

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\VM. iM. MARKS, PRINTElt, PORTLAND, 3IE. 



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To Miss Dora Jordan, 

whose affectionate interest, kindly encouragement, and friendly 
criticism has been such valuable assistance in the preparation 
of these little poems for publication ; they are gratefully and 
lovingly dedicated, by 

Mary and Susie Dane. 
Alfred, Maixe, 1.S98. 



CONTENTS. 

Songs fok Easter : — 

Easter Morning 16 

Easter Dawn 17 

Christ Our Resurrection 18 

Easter Hope .20 

Christ is Risen 22 

Ned's Easter Offering 23 

Easter Anthem 26 

Thanksgiving and Other Holidays:— 

Thanksgiving Day 30 

Christmas-Tide 32 

Christmas Morn 34 

New Year's Greeting to E. T. K 36 

New Year to Rev. and Mrs. G. L 37 

New Year to T J s 38 

Songs of Faith and Hope: — 

Christian Growth 42 

Look for the Roses .45 

Daily Trust - 47 

Christ Our Daily Need 48 

Waning Summer 50 

Resting in God's Love 51 

Waking Thoughts 52 

Christian Fellowship 53 



6 INDEX. 

Songs of Faith and Hope: — 

The Lord My Shepherd 54 

The King of Glory 50 

Redeeming the Time 58 

Borrowing Trouble 59 

Friendship 60 

Personal Influence ... 61 

The Oiled Feather 62 

Rest Beyond 64 

Morning Petition 65 

Evening Petition 67 

Songs of the Springtime: — 

Pussy-Willows 70 

April 71 

To the May-Flower 7o 

Hymns of Resignation: — 

Just as He Wills 76 

Just as I Am 78 

Thy Will be Done . . 79 

My Task 81 

Shut-Out and Shut-in 82 

The Way He Leads 82 

Nobody Knows but Jesus . . 85 

Waiting 87 

Laid Aside . 88 

Shut-in 89 

Trust and Submission 90 

For the Children: — 

Kitty's Ramble 92 

Lulla-by Song 95 



INDEX. 7 

Foi: THE Children: — 

Cliildhoocl's Prayer. 00 

For Children's Sunday 96 

The Blue Jay's Message 97 

Close of School-days 100 

Chitumchat 101 

Saturday Xight Thoughts 103 

Childish Aspirations 105 

For Y. P. S. C. E. Meeting 10(5 

The Children's Birthday Gift 107 

Miscellaneous : — 

Wedding Anniversary 112 

Early Taken 113 

Sister Mollie 116 

Sister M.'s Birthday 118 

To H. B. R., in Illness 119 

To C. H. T 120 

To My Friend, Sarah IJ 122 

Birthday Lines 12.5 

Good Night 126 

Christian Fellowship 127 

For Church Meetings 128 

The Lord Bless Thee 128 

Love's Povv^er 129 

Massabesic Lodge i;]0 

A Tale of the Olden Time 13] 



Tribute of Affection, E. A. T 133 

Not Forgotten, M. E. D. . . I35 




MEMORIAL SKETCHES. 

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QriET jiiid secluded life may have in exercise 
the highest elements of faithfulness, for "those also 
serve who only stand and wait." We are sometimes 
inclined to think that the invalid must be inactive, 
but frequently those thus shut in are diligent and effective. 

For quite a portion of her life, the subject of this sketch 
was debai-red from ordinary pursnits, but, far from giving way 
t(^ inaction or indifference, she continued to maintain a lively 
and wholesome interest in things social, intellectual, and 
rehgious. Sisax Martha Dank, born May 'iOth, 1S49, was 
the second daughter and youngest child of Nathan and Martha 
[AForse] Dane. She was a descendant, in (hrect and recorded 
line, of John Dane of l^erkhampstead and Stortford, England 
(1589), and of John Dane who came to Ipswich, Mass., in 
1(>8(), a lineage of excellent quality and of high repute. 

Making good use of all availal)le opportunities of education, 
she was always fond of the higher i)leasures of the intellect, 
and exhibited an intelligent and positive interest in books and 
culture. She expressed herself, by word and pen, with 
remarkable ease, tiuency and accuracy. 

.Afiss Dane inherited reverence for things sacred and 
religious, in a j)eculiar and marked degree, from both paternal 
and maternal ancestors, many of whom were remai'kable for 



10 MEMOIHAL SKETCHES. 

their high ideals of christian duty and service, and their 
stalwart faith and conscientious perfoi-mance of dut}^ 

She once remarked to me "There had not been in their 
branch of the family for more than a century, a woman bearing 
the Dane name either by birth or marriage, who had not been 
a consistent church member." 

Some of these pious ancestors, like Hev. Francis Dane of 
Andover, Mass., who served that church forty-eight years, 
(1(J40-1(>88) — IJev. John Hancock pastor of the church at 
l^exington, Mass., from 1()98 to 175.S, and Rev. Jonas Clark 
pastor of same church the following fifty years, exercised no 
small amount of influence, not only on their owm church and 
community but the state and nation as well. 

^liss Dane united wath the Congregational church in Alfred 
in 1870, during the pastorate of \iev. (ieorge Lewis, and was, 
through all her years, an earnest and eihcient member. 

The last twelve years of her life she was an invalid, a 
member of the "Shut-In-Society" for seven years, for six of 
them sending, each day to some member of the society, letter, 
postal, helpful gift, suggestion of choice reading, or encourag- 
ing thought. Such things coming to herself were a joy and a 
sup[)ort, and she, with an affectionate and enduring faithful- 
ness, thus ministered to the needs of others. 

Before illness came upon her, Miss Dane had in the Sunday 
school, for seven years a class of bo3^s, in whom she manifested 
a deep and abiding interest, and for whom she prayed much, 
giving up her class only when compelled by the severe sick- 
ness of her sister, and the speedy failure thereafter of her own 
health. Though she could no longer study God's word witli 
them, slie did not lose her interest in "her boys ;" and as they 
grew to manhood, and (many of them) went out into the 



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world, she still remembered them in her prayers, and who shall 
say that her sweet christian inHiience did not follow them, 
restraining from evil and inclining to purer, nobler, higher lives. 

She was also the leader of a Juvenile Temple, for the pro- 
motion of temperance among the young, and to this work she 
gave time, thought and effort without stint. 

The beautiful in nature, and things noble in thought, in 
character, in conduct, appealed strongly to her admiration, and 
she having a poetic heritage from John Dane of P^ngland, and 
others of the line, often ex])ressed in verse her belief, her 
wishes and aspirations. 

Many of these poems, so thoughtful, so full of christian 
devotion, and speaking forth faith, hope and charity in tones 
so persuasive, found their way into print, touching many 
hearts with ins[)iration to struggle after more courageous and 
faithful living and with others, have since her departure been 
gathered by her sister, at the recpiest of many friends, into this 
little volume; ^'that she, being dead," may yet mayhap still 
sjjeak the word of hope and encouragement. The verses 
called "Ivedeeming the Time," well express her own unselfish 
s})irit, and the practical aim of her life. 

Of Miss Dane, it could be truly said that her christian 
convictions were the key to her character, and constituted the 
guiding principles of her life. From these resulted her 
l>eautiful gentleness and modesty, her unselfishness, her 
sincerity, her lively interest in others, her remarkable love of 
fiovvers and plants, which tell us God's thoughts, her strong 
and enduring faith, and her heroic fortitude. Of her filial and 
sisterly affection, so fresh and full and al)iding, one would say 
much, were it not coming too close to the sacred privacy of 
her home. 



I'i ^rEMORIAL SKETCHES. 

She never lost patience, never repined, through the weary 
3'ears of weakness and suffering, but had ever a sweet smile of 
welcome, a loving hand clasp and a pleasant greeting for all. 
Though for twelve long years denied the privilege of attend- 
ing the services of the sanctuary she did not lose her interest 
in them, and often sent some fitly chosen text of scripture or 
some helpful thought to the prayer and conference meetings, 
as token that though absent in body, she was present with 
(iod's people in spirit. For many years her pastor on his way 
to church left at her door a slip of jjaper on which was the 
hymns to be sung, the portions of scripture to be read, the 
text and usually a brief outline of the sermon. 

She used, as she said to "preach herself a sermon" from it, 
softly singing the hymns and reading the scripture portions 
from the well-worn family Bible in which the sermon texts of 
many ^^ears were marked by her father's hand. She was 
constant and generous in her contributions to all the benevolent 
objects of the church, and for everything that conduced to the 
welfare or happiness of those around her. 

Miss Dane was fond of children, delighting to draw them 
around her, even when confined to her bed she loved to have 
them visit her and tell her of their little plans and pleasures 
into which she heartily entered, and often had for them in her 
^'treasure box,'' as she called it, some bright card, ribbon, or 
little gift, often the work of her busy dainty lingers. Few 
liomes indeed are there in the village that have not some 
token of her love. 

The last eight months she suffered constantly, often 
intenseh\ Long before the end came she knew her illness 
was hopeless, but her faith and clieerfulness of trust never 
vvaveied. 



:srKM()iMAL sKKTciiKs. 1 ;; 

She made i)laii8 and preparations for her departure as one 
going on a pleasant journey, leaving for every friend some 
little gift, from her store of books and keepsakes, with some 
sweet and fitting message ; only a few hours before she sank 
into unconsciousness she had some little baskets of fruit and 
flowers from her garden prepared and sent with loving 
messages, thoughtful and unselfish to the very last. 

Sinking gradually, "willing rather to be absent from the 
body and be present with the Lord," the end which came on 
August liOth, 1896, had been long foreseen by her as a happy 
transition, and such in reality it seemed to be to her. 1\) her 
faith, it was entering into perfect peace, an abundant entrance 
into exceeding joy. 



Yarmoittii, Feb. 'I'l, 1<S9<S. 



11 P. Snow. 





14 ME^roiiiAL sKKT< up: 



IIKlvE are few things more lovely than to see a 
voiing girl giving her heart and her life to Jesus 
Christ and dedicating the whole wealth of her 
nature to him who died for her. ]\riss Susie Dane 
did this in her young life, and made her heart's dee]>est and 
truest home with the peoi)le of (4od. It was my privilege to 
know her at the time she united with tlie church in Alfred, 
and I have always remembered how the cleai- faith and tiie 
strong love of her soul for the Lord shone out at that time. 

During the subsequent years of trial and of almost complete 
isolation from society that came to her, 1 think it never 
occurred to her to doubt the tender love of her Lord for her 
any more than to doubt the love of her Mother. Jesus Christ 
was so large a part of her own life that to doubt him would 
have been like rending her own soul in pieces. She lived with 
him and in him to a remarkable degree. Tier songs grew out 
of her life in him just as naturally as roses bloom because the 
bush lives in sunshine and shower. Such lives as hers make 
earth a sweeter dw^elling place for others. She has gone 
away but the fragrance of her spirit lingers round the earthly 
home, and those w4io knew her once w^ill never forget her. 
As Mrs. Browning said of Mrs. Ilemans, so may we say of 
Miss Susie Dane. 

"Albeit softly in oiir ears her silver sonj> was ringing, 

The footfall of her parting soul was softer than her singing." 

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KASTKK MOJJMNG. 



T jV^OW as Howers from eartli aiv peejuni!:, 
And all nature wakes from slee]>ing, 
Conies again the radiant dawning 
Of the resui'i-ection mornina^. 



Opened now is death's dark portal, 
XoAV made sure the life immortal ; 

Since o'er all His foes victorious 

Christ the Lord arose most glorious. 
Alleluia ! Christ is risen I 

Sin's Ions: reii»:n at last is banished, 
Terror from the grave has vanished, 

AVhile in Heaven and earth are blending 
Songs of joy and praise unending. 
Alleluia ! Christ is risen ! 

To our waiting hearts appearing, 

Christ proclaims the tidings cheering, 

'dt is T, your risen Savior, 
Ye in ]\fe have life forever.'' 

Alleluia! Christ is risen I 



EASTEll MOHN1\(t. 17 



As we come God's house adorning 

On tliis holy Easter morning, 
Let our hearts overflow with praising 
While our Ups are antliems raising, 
.VUehiia ! Christ is risen ! 
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eastp:r dawn. 

/q)1IIv*IST liaving burst tlie bands of deatli 
V — — ^ In that all glorious hour 
Became the Lord of life and light. 
And resui-rection power. 



Now let our hearts unite to raise 
The joyful Easter songs. 

As tribute to our IJisen Lord, 
To whom all i)raise belongs. 



18 SOIVGS Foil EASTEi; 



CITIMST OUK RESUniJECTlON. 

(?Y_rAIL, Easter mom I Whose radiant dawning 
^ ^ ^-^Ilatli pierced the darkness of tlie tomb, 
'I'ranst'orming it, by thine effulgence, 
And i-obbiiig death of all its' gloom. 

We'll lift our hearts in joyous anthems, 

(living to our Redeemer praise. 
And till the air with notes triumphant, 

Thus crowning it as day of days. 

l>ring to the altar as fitting emblems 

The Easter lilies, white and fair; 
Their fragrance rises as sweet incense 

And lifts our souls on wings of prayer. 

Myiiads c^f springtime flowers awaking 
Now from the cold damj) earth ai-ise 

Each year as type of resurrection, 
For e'en in nature life ne'er dies. 



("HRisT OUR rp:suiiue<tiox. 19 

AVhen the siiirs mighty power doth draw them, 

Quick tliey obey tlie call from night; 
So should we heed the upward drawing 

Toward Him who is our Sun, our Light, 

Christ has arisen! Sweet this assurance, 

We, too, from out the grave shall rise ; 
And throughout the etei'ual ages. 

Shall dwell with Ilim in Paradise. 

Here how weak our best attemi)ts to praise Him! 

l>ut when we reach the heavenly shore, 
There shall we lift unceasing anthems. 

And Easter keep forevermore. 

Easter, April, 1896. 

Her last J^aster on eart/i. 




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SOXUS Koi; KASTEK. 



KASTEK HOPE. 
John 11: 25; 1 Cor. 15: 53. 

IJIEXDS souglit tlie tomb at break of day 
To fiii<l tlie stone was rolled away ; 
And as they stooped and looked within 
They only found a trace of Him. 



The linen clothes aside were lain 
But Christ himself had risen again. 

"Weep not, ye friends," the angels said, 
"Why seek ye Him among the dead?" 

"No longer look w^ithin the gi-ave 

Erom which His mighty power can save 

With trust look up to Him for peace 
Who can from sin and death release. 



'To-day to eveiy soul He saith, 
])eliold, I break the bands of death, 

As ye my power and glory see, 
IJeheve, confide, rejoice in me. 



K ASTER HOPE. 



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'Go tell to all the earth around 

How Christ the Savior now is found 

That still He lives to save and bless 
And lead the way to holiness. 

'As now your hearts within you l)urn, 

To I leaven let your spirits turn ; 
These bodies though they mortal be, 
Shall put on immortality. 



'Henceforth no longer be ye sad, 
Let each believing soul be glad ; 

For- death robbed of it's sting shall be 
Since Christ hath gained the vi(;t()ry. 
April, 1887. 




22 S()N<;s FOR ea>;ter. 



CIIiaST IS RISEX. 

Luke 24. 

^C ()()K not within tlie empty torn)) 
>L^»^ To find Thy Lord ! He is not tluM-e. 
No more tlie grave it's ])risoner hohls ; 
No more let thy fond heart despair. 

His resurrection ])ower is proved, 

Since lie hath burst the bands of deatli. 

Look up ! ]>eliold tliy Savior hves ; 

He speaks ! Dost hear thou what He saith? 

"O slow of heart ! Why not believe 
All r have suffered for thy sake ? 

Since man's last foe doth van(piished lie 
Of life eternal now partake." 

This gift accept, — re[)ent, believe, 

And follow all thy Lord's commands ; 

His peace He bids thee now receive, 
And preach His name in every land. 

Spread wi<le the ti(hngs through the earth. 

And let it's echo gladly ring, 
\ ictorious over sin and death 

Thy risen Lord is Savior, King. 



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NED'S EASTER OFFERING. 



EARLY ill the cold, gray dawning 
i-^ Of the Easter Sabbath morning, 
On liis Httle snow white cot, 
W'itli his cheeks all fever hot, 
Crippled Ned in pain awoke 
Yet no word aloud he spoke 
Lest his tired raothei', l3^ing near, 
From her light sleep shonld i-onse to heai- 

'Neath the half raised curtain peeping, 
Neddie saw one star still keeping 
Watch o'er all the silent town, 
And the hillsides bare and brown ; 
And he whispered, "Little star. 
From your azure home afar. 
Oh, were you watching o'er our eartli 
Fpon the morn of Jesus l)irth V 

'And did j^ou see Ilim when TFe lay 
Tn the rude manger on the hay'' 
Did you hear the angels sing 
'Glory to the new-born King?' 
Did you watch Him when a child 
Pure, obedient, gentle, mild ; 
Or when lie in the temple taught 
I lis every word with wisdom fraught":'' 



24 SON^GS FOR EASTEU. 

"And did you follow all His way 

Until the crucifixion day? 

Judas sold his Lord for gold, 
I>ut the grave could not Him hold, 
For He rose from out the tomb 
1 vobbing death of all it's gloom ; 

Now He reigns o'ei' all victorious, 

In His Father's home most glorious. 

"7\nd now on every Easter morn 
We with sweet flowers God's house adorn ; 
(iifts we bring, and joyful raise 
Anthems, chants, and songs of praise ; 
To the church T cannot go, 
But I ma}^ my love to show 
Send in the Easter liHes fair 
I h)ng have watched with tender care. 

"T hope the sun will brightly shine, 
My lillies'' buds unfold in time ; 
Half I hate to let them go 
I have gi'own to love them so, 
^'et I would not be denied 
(living them to Him who died 
■^riiat through our faith in His dear name 
We, l)y His death, shall live again." 



Ned's e.\8tek offering. 

"Dear Savior, take my childish heart, 
And unto me Thy grace impart; 
Freely all my sins forgive, 
Make content to die or live ; 
Helj) this weary pain to bear 
'Till II1011 come to take me wher 
Pains cease, all tears are wiped away. 
And T with I1iee may ahvays stay. 



"Now T will try to sleep awhile;"— 
His blue eyes closed, a tender smile 
His little weary face illumed, 
And while he slept the lily bloomed, 
J>ut when the sun in |)eauty rose 
Pale Neddie's eyes did not unclose, 
For angel hands had borne away 
His ransomed si)irit, ere 'twas day. 



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26 S()N<;s von kastkk 



EASTKK ANTHEM. 

(^YTAinv, tlie Easter bells ai-e i'in<2;ing, 
^— -^.Myriad voices o-lad are sino'lno- 
Of the coining of that day 
Angels rolled the stone away ; 
And the Lord of Life arose 
Triumphing o'er all His foes. 

Eragrant flowers from earth nj»s]>ringing 
Ento Tlim their incense bringing; 
Murmui-ing waters as they glide 
To their home in ocean wide; 
Happy hii'ds on tuneful wing, 
All to Him their homage bring. 

Then how can we for whom Christ died 
While from His precious ])ierced side 
Elowed His life blood freely given 
Es to cleanse and tit for Heaven 
Silence kee))? Xo, glad we'll raise 
Songs of grateful, loving j^raise. 



fiASTKR ANTHEM. 

Olirist bore our sins upon tlie tree 
In grievous pain and agony, 

That believing on His name, 
Pure and freed from every stain, 
We may share His home above. 
All its joy, and peace, and love. 

For all the mercy and the grace 
That thus redeems our fallen race, 
Takes away our every sin, 
Makes us pure and true within, 
We would ceaselessly adore 
Love and })raise Him evermore. 





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TIIAXKS(;iVIN(4 DAV. 

Kev. 14: 14-20 vs. 

fr 0\iT> of the harvest's garnered sheaves, 
^^-"^*^ To Thee we offer praise ; 
Thanksgiving for Thy grace received, — 
The good which crowns our days. 

For daily mercies tlirough the year. 

Too nund^erless to name. 
And all especial blessings sent, 

Thy goodness we proclaim. 

May we, whose tables Thou dost till 
From out Thy boundless store, 

Fre we i)artake with grateful thanks. 
Bestow upon Thy poor. 

Vov how can thanks sincere be given 

For all Thy gifts so good. 
If we neglect these gifts to shai'e 

With those who lack for food ? 

Since, Lord alike of poor and rich, 

Thou deignest us to feed. 
May we ; with open hearts and hands 

Supply our brother's need. 



TnANKS(;TVIX(; DAV. 3]^ 

"IJeceiving much, much is requu-ed ;" 

"Tlirice blessed 'tis to give," 
A grateful, generous spirit make 

Within our hearts to live. 

For Thee, dear Christ, l)est gift of all, 

To eaith from Heaven sent, 
AVith ceaseless thanks, in deeds of love. 

Shall not our lives be spent? 

And, at the harvest of the world 

Tliat waits Thy stern decree,— 
'^^Hirust in the sickle, quickly reap. 

That all may garnered be;" 

When rich and poor, the good and l)ad, 

Must all before Thee stand, 
Loi-d grant that we, in gi-ateful praise 

Be found at Thy right hand. 



32 TIIAXKS(;rIVI2sT(i AXI) OTIIEU HOLIDAYS. 



CITinSTMAS-TIDE. 

'Glory to Ciotl in the lii<>iiest, and on eartli peace, good 
will toward men," — Luke 2: 14. 

A V/IIV do we sing the Chi-istiiias songs. 

And ring the Christmas bells y 
Beeiiuse, to all the woi-ld, this day 
The birth of Jesus tells. 

"■Glory to God in Heaven above, 

On earth be peace, good will ; " 
This w^as the herald-angePs song ; 

Let ns repeat it still. 

'^Glory to God, good Avill to men," 

At this glad Christmas time 
Let overHoW' ing hearts in praise 

Snr})ass e'en music's chime. 

Why do we send good gifts arouml 

To friends and kmdred dear, 
Do loving deeds of charity, 

Speak words of khidly cheer? 



CHRTST]»IAS-TII)E. 



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As Christ came down from Heaven to eartli 

To give good gifts to men, 
So we should strive on Christmas day 

To gladden hearts again. 

We'll scatter wide our gifts of love, 

'Tis fitting thus to do ; 
Since Jesus gave his hfe foi- us, 

To show His love most tiue. 

C) gift of gifts ! Salvation free ! 

Let every land proclaim 
Let every soul be led to trust 

In great Tmmanuel's name. 



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TIIANKS<;iVIN(; AND OTIIEK HOLIDAYS. 



CIIIMSTMAS MORN. 

./^TCt.VIN we celebrate the day 
^-' ' That gave the Saviour birtli, 
Tlie great, the ghid, the glorious day 
Salvation came to earth. 



Let all our liearts inspii-ed with h)ve 

A grateful tribute bring ; 
And render praise with service meet 

To Christ our Saviour, Kin<r. 




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36 NEAV year's (iKEETIN<;S. 



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TO E. T. K. 
January 1st, 181)0. 

() tlic Old ^"ear we l)i(l adieu, 
As now again we greet the New 
All that aAvaits us ere its close 

^Ve trust with God, who only knows. 

The boon I ask for you, dear friend, 
Is truest joy that knows no end 

Born of the hope, and peace, and love 
That Cometh only from above. 

That day by day, while still below. 
You nearer to (4od's likeness grow; 

.Vnd when the ills of life are past; 
That you be crowned by Him at last. 



JO RKV. AND MKS. (j 



TO REV. AND MRS. G. L. 

January 1st, 1894. 

♦ \ V /hat will the untried coming year 
For thee, my dear friends hold ? 
J wish a store of love and peace, 
And happiness untold; 

Rut if dark shadows sometimes with 

The sunshine must be blent, 
I pray the Lord's sustaining gi-ace 

And presence shall be lent. 

So enter this new year with ho])e. 

And trust until its end, 
That whether good or ill betide, 

The Lord will thee defend. 

And when life's work is ended here, 

And Pie shall bid thee come, 
These blessed words await thee there, 

"]\ry servants, welcome home." 



B8 NEW YKAll's (iIlEETI^(iS. 



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.Jauuaiy 1st. 

J . j\ tliis cold and snowy liiglit, 

Wlien tlie twelve months in theii- tlight, 
Have once more the New Year brouoht, 
For youi' friendly ears Fve souglit ; 
That unto you I may tell, 
What perchance you know full well, 
Now for evei'Y coming day 
I (lod's blessing still wouhl pi-ay. 

J^iay that He will safely keep. 

When you wake and when yon slee]), 

^Mlen you from your home inust stray 
Or by your own fire may stay; 

Shield you from the Tempter's powers, 

Comfort all your lonely hours; 

Keep you brave, and strong, and pure, 
Each day growing nobler, truer. 



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Send you liappiness and liealth, 
Length of days, abundant wealth, 

Many friends your lives to cheer. 
Much to hope for, naught to fear. 
l>ut V)eyond all earthly bliss 
\Vhat I pray for most is this ; — 

That on Christ you may believe 
His salvation full receive. 

Then when earthly life is done. 
It's battles fought, it's victories won ; 
Past all sorrow, pain and sin. 
Past life's turmoil, strife and din, 
Pray through Christ redemption given, 
We, dear friends, may meet in Heaven 
They who enter Heaven's dooi- 
Joyful meet to part no moi-e. 





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42 SONGS OF FAITH AND HOPE. 



CHRISTIAN GROWTH. 

^IKE as the sunshine draws the plant 
/-'-^ Forth from the cohl, damp sod, 
So shoiUd om- souls from this low earth 
Be upward drawn to God. 

Quickly the plant obeys the call 

Which bids it to arise ; 
So let us each be swift to hear 

His summons from the skies. 

Not in a single day nor night 
Do plants their growth attain, 

But leaf by leaf, with patient toil. 
Grows up the stalk of grain. 

For, first the blade and then the ear 

Then the full corn we find ; 
The time of harvestmg must come 

Ere the rip6 sheaves we bind. 

Not in one day nor many years 
Our work shall reach its end, 

But, we with patience step by step, 
Our ui)ward way must wend. 



(HRISTiMAS (GROWTH. 43 

The flowers, the fVnit, the o:r;un must liave 

Allotted time to grow ; 
While Nature on her childi-en all 

Much labor doth bestow. 

The Sim, the shower, the wind, the storm 

Alike must do their share 
Until to full perfection comes 

The fruit which each should beai-; 

Refreshed by dews of heavenly grace, 

Descending from above. 
With showers of gifts and blessings rich 

And sunshine of God's love. 

'Tis not alone the sun and shower 

That He sees fit to send, 
But clouds, and storms, and furious winds 

Though 'neath them we may bend, — 

For were life all of pleasure here, — 

All joy, and peace, and love. 
We scarce would turn our thoughts from earth 

To better things above. 

So mingling bitter with the sweet 

Our daily cup He fills ; 
Well may we learn to be content 

Accepting what He wills. 



44 SO^^GS OF FAITH AXD HOPE. 

We ought yet more and more to grow 

Into His image fair, 
Keflecting it from day to day 
As we His presence share. 

And when He sees we are complete 
And golden fruitage bear, 

He will transplant to fields above 
Immortal bloom to wear. 

April, 189(5. 

The last one from her pen. 




LOOK FOR THE ROSES. 45 



LOOK FOK THE HOSES. 

7]S the path beset with barriers 
^ Which on every hand we meet, 
Causing ns to sink discouraged 

With our pierced and bleeding feet 

Is the way so Hned with briars 
That we scarce can find repose? 

Let us look a little closer 

'Mid the thorns to find a rose. 

Here within this world of trouble 
We, who are to sorrow born. 

From experience learn full quickly 
"There's no rose without a thorn." 

But if we will search to find them. 

Many trials shall disclose 
That within their embrace hidden 

Are few^ thorns without a rose. 



46 SONGS OF FAITH AND HOPE. 

Tlowe'er heavy be the sorrow, 
Can we not with faith look up 

And discover in affliction 
Many blessings fill the cup ; 

Trusting in the God of wisdom, 
Who our faltering steps will lead, 

Knowing that in ample measure 
He will richly fill our need? 

Though the cross may seem too weighty 
For our feeble strength to bear. 

Surely there is One close by us 
Who will all the burden share. 

Let us then in sweet submission. 
As each day we trials meet 

So accept that they may help us 
Find the roses at our feet. 

Let us serve God 'till He call us, 
When from earthly dross refined 

We shall reach the home celestial 
Koses without thorns to find. 



DAILY TIIUST. 47 



DAILY TP.rST. 

"As thy (lays, so shall thy strength be 



' • lJ S thy flays, thy strenj 
Let this be enousfh 



^th shall be," 
igh for thee ; 
Lean upon His promised word. 
Which can joy and peace afford. 



Simply trust, each day, anew; 

Thou shalt prove it ever true, 
Ilowe'er great thy burden be 

He will aid and succor thee ; 

Grace and strength will sui-ely give 
L^nto thee, each day to live ; 

Therefore rest within His love 
Till thou reachest Heaven above. 



48 SOXGS OF FAITH AXD HOPE. 



CHRIST, OUR DAILY NEED. 

.t^O we want Him, do we need Him 
Q^^ As we walk amid the flowers, 
While around us all is sunshine 

During spring-time's fleeting hours? 

Yes, in youth we surely need Him 

For we are to trouble born. 
And must learn but all too quickly 

"There's no rose without a thorn." 

But we shall not need His counsel 
AYhen in mid life's even tread. 

We can profit by youth's follies 
And by Wisdom's hand be led. 

For the way seems all so pleasant. 
Smooth the paths on every hand. 

Surely we shall need no Shepherd 
Guiding to the better land. 

Nay, the need is but the greater, 
Cares and burdens heavier grew. 

And to battle with temptation 
God must fullest grace bestow. 



CHRIST, OUR DAILY NEED. 49 

Then it is our infiuence widens, 

Life is not for self alone. 
And we must account for talents 

Whether good or ill be done. 

Shall we want Ilim, shall we need Him, 

As long life shall near its close. 
When the firm tread grows unsteady 

And hair whitens with the snows 

Of the many winters beating 

With their wild storms on the head. 
Which will bring us slowly, surely, 

Near the city of the dead V 

Shall we enter the dark valley 

All enwrapt with shadows grim 
Still dependent on our own light 

Feeling we've no need of Him? 

No, we need Him ; let us trust Him 

From our childhood to the grave ; 
Need His hand to guide and lead us 

Need His pardoning power to save, 

'Till we reach the heavenly portal 

And the gates wide open swino; ; 
Then we'll join the glorious anthem, 

"Praise to our Eternal King." 



50 S<)N<4S OF FAITH AND HOPE. 



AVANING 8UMME1J. 

^T IIE August da3^s are waning fast, 

And soon the summer will be })ast, 
With all its sunshine and its showers, 
Its happy birds and lovely flowers. 

So too our lives are fleeting fast 

And soon our years will all be past, 

AVith all their happiness and pain, 
With all their losses and their gain. 

Oh grieve not for the summer fled 
P'or nature sleeping is not dead. 

Another year will surely bi-ing 

Life, growth and sunshine in the spring. 

We know the birds will surely come 
Back from their southern winter home; 

Xew flowers in beauty shall arise 
Beneath another summer's skies. 

So too, dear friends, in God's good time, 
Within some brighter, fairer clime. 

Our souls in beauty shall awake 
And of immortal life partake. 



RESTING IN god's LOVE. 51 



RESTING IX GOD'S LOVE. 



♦ lJ re yon, friend, in sore distress. 
Do life's bnrdens heavy press 
AYith no hope yonr way to bless ? 
Trust your Savior none the less ; 
He the needed grace can give 
Bravely day by day to live. 
Leaning on His love. 

Till in God's own time and place 
Yon shall end your earthly race, 
And throngh His abounding grace 
Gladly meet Him face to face, 
While unceasingly you raise 
Anthems of adoring praise 
For His changeless love. 

Then when you review the way 
That He's led you day by day 
In your weary earthly stay. 
You with grateful heart can say, 
"All life's losses were but gain 
All it's trials and it's pain 
Only proved His love." 
April, 1896. 



52 SONciS OF FAITH AND HOPE. 



WAKING THOUGHTS. 

( ^ |NCE more I wake to day of care, 

All endless round of duties plain, 
Which, though performed on yesterday, 
To-day must all be done again. 

How can I bear the stress and strain 

Of petty trials daily met? 
Where find the strength my need to fill 

When by temptations sore beset ? 

Ah ! well I know to whom to look, 

The source of strength that will sup})ly 

All grace in every trying hour 
If I but on His help rely. 

So, pleading all the^ promises, 
Up to the hills I lift mine eyes. 

And with new courage, trust, and hope 
To this new day of duty rise. 



CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP. 53 



CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP 

. lJ LL ye who know the Lord 
^ Speak often of His love, 

Kindle each other's hearts with zeal 
And lift your thoughts above 

Beyond the things of earth 

That daily clog the way, 
Unto the realm of perfect joy 

Which nearer draws each day; 

Where every care shall cease 
That here doth vex the mind. 

And every burden laid aside. 
Ye peace and rest shall find. 

Lift up the feeble hands. 

And hearts with grief oppressed ; 
Pour out your souls for others' woes, 

So shall vour own be blest. 



54 S()N(;s OF HOPE and faith. 



THE LOUD MV SIIP:PIIERD. 

Psalm 23. 

^TTTE Lord my shepherd is, 
He surely will provide; 
In pastures green He leadeth nie, 
I>y the still waters side; 

My fainting soul restores, 
And gently leads the same 

Within the paths of righteousness, 
To glorify Tlis name. 

Though I w^alk through the vale 
Of Death, with shadows grim, 

E'en tliere no evil will I fear, 
Eor I am led by ITira. 

What comfort and support 
Ilis rod and staff doth give; 

A table well prepared He spreads, 
That I may eat and live. 



THE LORD MY SHEPHERJ). 



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My head He doth anoint 

With oil divinely shed ; 
My cup with blessings overflow, 

And I am richly fed. 

Goodness and mercy sure 
Shall follow all my days ; 

Within the house of God I'll dwell, 
And ever give Him praise. 




56 SOXGS OF FAITH AXD HOPE. 



THE KING OF GLORY 

Psalm 24. 



^TlIE Lord doth rule the earth 
And they that in it dwell ; 
He foundeth it upon the seas, 
And guideth all things well. 



Who shall ascend the hill 

Of God our Sovereign King ? 

Or stand within His holy place 
And His full praises sing ? 

He that hath hands most clean, 
A heart that's pure and meet, 

To vanit}^ Hfts not his soul. 
And doth not swear deceit. 

They shall be richly blest 

With righteousness and grace. 

This generation that doth seek 
The o'od of Jacob's face. 



THE KIX(4 OF (;L0RY. 



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Lift up your heads ye gates, 

Ye everlastiug doors, 
The King of Glory shall come in ; 

Whom all the earth adores. 

Who is this glorious King? 

The Lord of might and strength : 
Lift up your heads, ye gates and doors, 

He will come in at length. 




58 SONGS OF FAITH AXD HOPE. 



I^EDEEMTNG THE TIME. 

*'As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all 
men." Gal. (3-10. 

i^/Q)()UNT that day lost, whose low descending sun, 
^^_- — .Views from thy hand no worthy action done," 

In youthful days this maxim I was taught 

]]y a dear mother's lips with wisdom fraught. 

This sage advice IVe heeded ; for, as pass 
The days, when night returns, myself I ask, 

''Have I let hours, God sent, all slip away, 

With no kind word or act throughout the day?" 

I surely like the answer to be "Xo :" 

For sweetest satisfaction 'tis to know 
Some heart, if but if a child's, has gladdened been 

By some poor word of mine from tongue or pen. 

In giving timely aid to those distressed. 

Or cheering fainting souls, we, too are blessed ; 

Since, while for other's wounds, we ointment pour. 
We healing gather for our own heart's sore. 

Then let our substance from the Lord received, 
Be used to meet a weary comrade's need ; 

And let the several talents He has given, 
Im])roved aright, our passport be to Heaven. 



HORROWING TROUliLE. 



59 



BOKKOWING TIU)r^BLE. 

( , jNE day at a time, then why do we borrow, 

And burden ourselves with cares of the morrow 
Does not each day have enough of a riurryV 

We needn't reacli forward to gather more worry. 

If God sends to-day some real joy and sunshine 
Why don't we enjoy it, not mope and repine 

Over some mountain we see in the distance 
Since trouble will come without any assistance. 




60 SONGS OF HOPE .VXD FAITH. 



FIUENDSIIIP. 

EOVE is the subtle power tliat binds 
-*-^ The heart of friend to friend ; 
And truest, purest friendsliips, formed 
On earth, shall never end. 

Foi- in the brighter world above. 
The loved ones, cherished here, 

IJetined from all of earthly dross, 
In beauty shall ai)pear. 

Then intercourse so sweet below 

Shall only brighter l)e. 
Made perfect in the blissful state 

Of immortalitv'. 



PERSONAL INFLUEXC'E. 61 



PEIISONAL INFLUENCE. 

♦ Vote the Httle rahiflrops, as one by one descending, 

They fill the little brooklets that on their way are wending 
To swell the mighty rivers rushing onward to the sea, 
Where in the rolling waters they all shall blended be. 

So our little actions how'er simple they may be 

Possess a mighty power that goes on eternally ; 

For whether rich or lowly, and whether young or old, 

We each exert an influence that's fraught with weight untold. 

Let us then be careful as we deal with fellow men, 

That all our words are kindly and our deeds of wisdom's ken, 

Our lives a shining record for coming ages view 

Making the lives of others to be better and more true. 

So shall we all be useful, our mission here fulfill. 

Finding truest living in the doing of God's will ; 

Laying up rich treasure for the better life to come. 

Binding up the golden sheaves for the blessed welcome home. 



62 



SOXG8 OF FAITH AND HOPE. 



THE OILED FEATHEU. 

f . jH, let us keep it by us, 
All ready at our call, 
And each day do some kind deed 
Or let some kind word fall. 

Even a cup of water 
In the Lord Jesus' name 

May be used by his dear hand 
Some lost one to reclaim. 

^Ve may help some weary pilgrim 

Upon his lonely way, 
Tliough small the act we do 

Or simple the word we say. 

Then let us oil the feather 
With tender look and smile, 

And noblest efforts spare not 
But, thinking all the while 

Of how the dear Lord Jesus 
Came to our world to bless, 

And even died to save us. 
So can we do aught less 



THE OILED FEATHER. 63 

Than give the very choicest 

Of our gifts and talents all 
Unto the Master's service 

While heeding every call ? 

Let us be like the feather 

In the blessed Father's hand, 
Lying well oiled and waiting 

r?eady at His command. 

Then God will take and use us 

As to Him seemeth best ; 
And, doing as He biddeth, 

We'll leave to Him the rest. 



Jiiii., 1887. 



64 SONGS OF FAITH AND HOPE. 



REST BEYOND. 

(5\_r OW swift they pass, ai)d one by one 
-^ ^^— — Each week doth bring us nearer home; 
Nearer the mansions of the blest, 
Nearer to our eternal rest. 

How blest unto our wear}^ feet 
Will be that rest from toil so sweet ! 
Then shall our souls in rapture raise 
Unto our Lord, a song of praise. 

When all the toils of life are done. 
Its battles fought, its victory's won, 
How sweet will be the home above 
Where we shall meet in Jesus' love ! 

Lord help us each such fruit to bear 
That we may in Thy Kingdom share. 
From earthlj^ pain and sin set free, 
We may forever dwell with Thee. 



MOENlX(i PETITION. 65 



MORNING PETITION. 

A Y/ E thank Thee for Thy tender care, 

Dear Father, through the long dark night, 
.Vnd that Thou still our lives dost spare 
To greet another morning\s light. 

Keep us from every ill to-day, 

For dangers lurk on every hand ; 
Lead not into temptation's way 

But help us follow Thy command. 

Be pleased to bless each line of woi'k 

In which our busy hands engage, 
May we no task or burden shirk 

Nor let our hearts give way to rage. 

Help us keep watch befoi-e our lips 

That we may kind words only say, 
K egret each harmful one that slips 

And make amends without delay. 

Since unkind or malicious words 

Are keener far than unkind deeds 
And oft times grieve our dearest friend 

Who sympathy and comfort needs. 



6(i 8o.\(;s OF FAITH and hope. 

And when a tale of sorrow's heard 

From some distressed or saddened heart, 

Let us be quick to speak some word 
Wliich will to them new hope impart. 

Let acts of kindness follow on 

To prove that which our words ex})ress, 

.\s oft as we shall see the way 
To aid some brother in distress. 

Help us improve the talents lent 

And all Thy teachings quickly heed ; 

So shall our day be not ill-spent 
And rest deserved be sweet indeed. 




EVENING PETITION. 



EVENIN(4 PETITION. 

Hat HER we come to Thee 
^ And ask Thy blessing now ; 
Pour out Thy spirit on our souls, 
As waiting here we bow. 

We come in Jesus' name, 

Who died upon the tree, 
That we might all be reconciled, 

And pardoned. Lord, by 'I'hee. 

No mei-its of our own, 

Therefore, we bring to Thee ; 

But trusting wholly in Christ's name 
We shall accepted be. 

IJecause of His great love 

To Us poor sinners here, 
Our life, our service will we give, 

Him trust, obey and fear. 

Though often we may fall 

Into temptation's power. 
Our wanderings, Lord, wilt Thou forgive, 

And help us in each hour. 



68 SONCiS OF FAITH AND HOPE. 

We each one feel our need 

And come to Thee for strengtli, 

Wilt Thou not comfort and sustain 
And bring us home at length, 

That we may dwell above 
From sin and sorrow free ; 

Thee will we ever serve and praise 
Throughout eternity. 

For Thine the glory is 
And power and majesty ; 

Whom we Thy creatures would adore 
The glorious Trinity. 





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70 SON(;S OF THE SPRlNaXIME. 



PUSSY-AVILLOWS. 



( *^N a wintery, gray Marcli day, 

From the bi-ook not far away, 
With glad words did Nellie bnng 
The first harbinger of spring. 

Think you now, what could it be 

That I was so glad to see, 

That with eager hands I grasped. 
And my fingers tightly clasped ? 

Do you say, "Not hard to guess, — 

Was it pussy-willows?" Yes, 
In their soft and silky fur, 
As I stroked, they seem to purr. 

On a stand the window near. 

In a vase of water clear. 

Where the sun shines warm and bright 
I have placed them in the light. 

Some all shiny, smooth and sleek 

I now press against my cheek. 
Others, half by brown concealed. 
Soon by warmth will be revealed. 



PUSSY-WILLOWS. 



Silvery Pussy-willows, dear ; 

Who's not glad to see you here ? 
For however gray the sky, 
You proclaim the spring-tiuie nigh. 






APRIL. 

18<)(i. 

♦lJ PPTL comes good news to l)ring 
All the air with joy doth ring, 
While the birds now northward wing 
And with gladsome notes do sing 
"That the Spring has come." 

As the winds do warmer blow 
(^lickly disappears the snow, 
And the ice in sunshine's glow 
Melts, till glad the waters flow, 
Singing, 'sSpring has come." 



Though they seem to swell so slow 
We can see the leaf-buds grow ; 
Quick the sap doth upward go 
Xeath the sun-lights warmer glow 
For the Spring has come. 



72 SOXGS OF THE SPRINGTIME. 

Swift the south-winds traveleth, 
And with wooino^ coaxing breath 
To the sleeping flowers it saith, 
"Waken from your seeming death 
Since the Spring lias come." 

Now the crocuses appear, 
The first blossoms of the year, 
And their gorgeous cups uprear 
Speaking to our hearts good cheer, 
Blithesome Spring has come. 

While the snow-drops, side by side, 
Nodding stand with petals wide. 
As if loving hands had tied 
Chaste adornment for a bride, 
Xow that Spring has come. 

All its tender charms we greet, 
Grass blades springing at our feet, 
Pussy-willows, violets sweet, 
^Murmuring brooks the song repeat ; 
"Welcome Spring has come." 

Glad we hail thee, Ai)ril dear, 
As thou comest year by year 
For thou bringest such good cheer 
After winter stern and drear 
Joyous Spring doth come. 



APRIL. 



78 



Glad we hail thy lengthening hours, 
Thine alternate sun and showers, 
With their fresh life-giving powers 
bringing birds and bees and flowers. 
When the ST)rino; doth come. 




TO TITE MAV FLOWEK. 

^TlIOT" the sweetest iiower of sjiring. 

Warm we give thee welcoming, 
For thou cheerest every heart 
l>y the hope thou dost impart. 

After winter's frosty reign, 
Binding with its icy chain 
p]very lake and water-spring, 
Every living growing thing, 



Glad indeed we are to greet 
Grass-blades springing at our feet ; 
Yet more glad hail thee again 
First of all the vvild-tlowei- train. 



74 SON(tS of the SPRIX(iTIME. 

Pussy-willows, loved so well, 
Did but lateh^ come to tell 
That the spring-time's balmy breath 
Had awakened life from death. 

Precious harbengers indeed. 
We their tidings glad did heed, 
Looking forward to the hour 
Of thine advent dear ^fay Flower. 

By the unlocked, babbling brook, 
In some rocky, sheltered nook 
Which the sunshine warm receives, 
Fi'om among the shining leaves 

Blossoms white to pinkest hue 
With dehght we bring to view. 
As we search the mossy beds 
In which hide thy modest heads. 

Welcome guest dost thou appear. 
As thou comest, year by year. 
Whom the young and old do greet 
With like pleasure. May Flower sweet. 

April, ISOr.. 







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76 HYMNS OF KESKiNATION. 



"JUST AS HE WILLS." 

Mark 14: 36; II Cor. 12: 9; Deut. 33: 25. 



U' Tfl^^^T as He wills;" oh, must T say 
^ When all ray hopes are crushed, 
Each wish so fond is laid aside 
Each dear desire is hushed? 



"Just as He wills ;" can I this say 

And all to Him resign, 
E'en yield the things T crave the most 

Xor murmur, nor rei)ine? 

"Just as Lie wills ;" who knows so well 

We need the inward smart 
To cause our hearts to willing grow 

From things of earth to part. 

"Just as He wills ;" how sweet to feel 

God doth appoint my way 
And will, with each new trial send 

Strength equal to the day. 



MUST AS HE AVILLS. 77 



'sTiist as lie wills;" oh help me say, 
With faith and trust secure, 

I'll lean upon Thy promise, Lord, 
To those who shall endure. 

"Ju«t as He wills ;" e'er let me pray 
Till life shall reach its end 

Until God wills to take me home 
Eternity to spend. 



July 23, 1887. 



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78 IIVMNS OF KESKiNATION. 



"JUST AS I AM." 

U^^UST as I am," Lord hear me now, 
0/ As prostrate at Thy throne I bow 
And with Thy sph-it seal my vow, 
O Lamb of God, I come. 

"Just as I am," or not at all, 
Though oft I stumble, oft I fall ; 
But since 'tis sinners Thou dost call 
O Lamb of God, I come. 

"Just as I am," for Jesus hears 
My humblest ))rayers and counts my tears, 
And bids me lay aside my fears ; 
() Lamb of God, I come. 

"Just as I am," since there remains 
A cleansing fount for guilty stains 
Where sinners lost new life obtain, 
O Lamb of God, I come. 



THY A\ILL HE DONE. 79 



TirV AVILL BE DONE. 

•Though He slay me yet will I trust in Him." Job. 13: 15. 
"My grace is sufficient foi thee." II Cor 12:9. 

FaTHEI^ Thy hand I cainiot see 
'^ So veiled in clouds and mystery, 
]My soul repeats in darkness still 
^'Why must this be Thy holy will ?" 

"Why this distrust':^" thus saith (lod's voice, 

"My child, because it is My choice ; 

Thy part it is to meekly lie, 

Nor doubt My leadings with a 'why.' " 

r>ut I had plans that I thought meet 
For usefulness and service sweet : 
Now all my hopes have fruitless proved ; 
Why Lord dost Thou deny all good '? 

Just this He whispers, as I bow, 
"No more for active service now, 
Only to suffer, patient still. 
This is thy doing of Mv will, 



80 HYMNS OF IIESIGNATIUN. 

"Until T see in thee worked out 
The end 1 wish to bring about, 
Until thou canst submissive lie 
This answers well the question 'why.' " 

"Yes Lord," my humble soul replies, 
Trusting though lie each wish denies. 
Knowing He wisely sees the need. 
And with rich grace my soul will feed. 

]\ry finite wisdom may not see 
The way His hand marks out for me 
To be one easy, pleasant, plain. 
Yet will I trust in His dear name. 

Only God's help need I to live. 
Only the grace which He can give; 
Only to ti-ust, this only pray 
Grant strength sufficient for the day. 

July 21, 1887. 



MY TASK. 



MY TASK. 



81 



TV /HAT shall 1 do for Christ 
VV That I may show my love V 
He L'ives to each a task 
Their loyalty to pi-ove. 

To some he saith, "Go work 
For I have need of thee," 

With anxious heart I wait, 
What will he say to meV 

"My child, this is thy task 

To suffer and he still ; 
With patient trust endure 

Resigned to all my will." 

No more with restless feet 

I stand hefore the gate, 
Since I have heard those words, 

'^They serve who stand and wait. 

When all shall be fulfilled 
That to Him seeraeth best, 

My weary soul's reward 
Shall be eternal rest. 



Oct. 10th, 1886. 



82 nVMNS OF RESIGNATION. 



SHUT-OUT AND SIIUT-IN. 

(^ ITUT out from the world and its pleasure; 
..—.^1/ Shut in with one's self and one's woes, 
Oh, who but the }3itying P'ather 

The sadness of such a life knows I 
The extent of its deprivations, 

Or stress of the heart's plaintive cry, 
As it feels in its utter dejection 

That the last gleam of hope must die. 

tup: way iik lp:ai)s. 

/'^^^T^ ! must I bear it all, 
^-^ 'All that He lays on me? 
Unless I can the end 

From the beginning see ? 

Why does He lead me thus 

Along the rugged way, 
^Vhile others on the road 

In pleasant by-paths stray ? 



THE WAY HE LEADS. 83 

Paths lined with fruit and flowers 

And filled with odors sweet, 
No thorns or stones to pierce 

Their tired, way-worn feet ; 

While mine are bleeding sore 

With conflicts by the way ; 
For while they rest and sleep 

I must not stop nor stay. 

l)Ut as I tightly clasp 

The hand that points tiie way. 
That helps my burden bear, 

And gives strength for my day. 

Would I exchange my lot 

For those that seem so fail- ? 
Ah no ! I know full well 

The dangers lurking there. 

For while they sleep, the night 

Falls silently around 
No light their pathway yields, 

No friendly hand is found 

To guide and lead their steps 

Along the darksome road ; 
The things, once fair, now fail 

To help them bear the load, 



84 HYMNS OF KESIGNATlUiSr. 

Give me the thorn-set path, 
Give me the Feather's hand, 

To lead and help me on 
To that far better land. 

When I have reached that shore 

Eternity to spend. 
Then shall I clearly see 

]>eginning from the end. 

Then will I praise His name 
That, while unknown to me, 

He led the way, though I 
Could not His wisdom see. 

l>ut ail He asked was trust 
And that to Him I gave; 

For He alone has power 

To lead and guide and save. 

Nov. 28, 1886. 



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NOBODY KNOWS ni'T .JKSUS. 85 



NOBODY KNOWS UVT JESUS. 

'OBODY knows. Blest Jesns, 
Oh come and comfort me, 
And help me bear the trial 

Which none but Thou dost se6. 

For only Thou 'tis knowest 

How hard it is to bear, 
Or feels the weight and bui'den 

Which only Thou canst share. 

Nobody knows but Jesus 

The sobs that rend my breast; 

ITow wet the nightly piUow 
That yieldeth little rest. 

Nobody knows but Jesus 
The struggle and the grief ; 

The oft repeated battle 
That bringeth no relief. 

Nobody knows but Jesus, 

Though told my dearest friend, 

Who soon forgets or tired grows 
Kind sympatliy to lend. 



86 



iiY:srxs OF resigxatiox. 



Each has his own life burden 
His duties, hopes and plan ; 

And oives but little heeding; 
To those of fellow-man. 

And so, Oh blessed Jesus, 
Tn all my grief and care, 

I bring to Thee the sorrows 
That Thou alone canst share. 

From oft' my weai-y shoulders 
Thou wilt the burden take, 

Tf T but bravely strive to bear 
It, Savior, foi- Thy sake. 




WAITIN(i 



WAITINd. 

A Y /aTTING by tlie pearly portal 
Calm and patient as I may, 
Waiting for the Father's summons 
"Come my child from earth away.' 

But I still am clinging fondly 
To my darling sister here ; 

She has been so kind and faithful 
To my heart so very dear. 

There are many friends to greet me 
Over on the golden shore ; 

And 1 long to go and meet them 
To be })arted never more. 

Yet the sweetest joy will be 
When T reach the realm above 

That my Savior I shall see 
Whom the best of all I love. 



Dictated Aug. 1st, 1896. 



HYMNS OF RESIGNATION. 



LAID ASIDE. 

fcjAll) aside from care for a while, 

\~. , On my little cot so wliite, 

Given time for meditation 

Through the long and wakeful night 

Through the day that's just as quiet, 
With scarce more to fill my mind 

I will turn to Thee dear Jesus 
Solace, comfort, help to find. 

For in sunshine or in darkness. 
Thou art always just the same, 

And the humblest, feeblest servant. 
iVIay call on Thy precious name. 

Tliou wilt hear each weak petition 
For Thine ear is ever nigh. 

And rich grace in ample measure 
Thou to me wilt still sup})ly. 



SHUT IX. 89 



SHUT IN. 

4<@ HUT in ;" tlie meaning of this who can tc 
,,— »_ly But those who have long felt the pain 
Of wearisome days, and the nights, 
That bring but a like morn again. 

Shut in from the world, its ho])es and its joys. 
Shut in with the tears spent in vain ; 

Giving up, one by one, all the plans 
And objects they long to obtain. 

Shut in, till life has indeed lost its charm, 
Its dreams all have faded and gone, 

Its fondest hopes evermore fled 
For only to die were they l)orn. 

While the long coveted treasure of health 

Receding, yet beckoning still 
Eludetli the grasp of the hand 

Turn whichever way that it will. 



90 liYMXS OF 11E8IGXATION. 



TUrsT AND SUBMISSION. 

TT^O I not trust V Thou knowest best, 
S^^ Else it would not be so ; 
I ask yet more supply of grace 
Tliou only canst bestow. 

Do I not cling to Thee, oh Lord, 

And daily bless thy name 
For all Thy benefits and love 

That ever are the same ? 

Submission I Did T not submit 

To Thee, Lord, long agoV 
But oh ! the smart, the pain, sometimes, 

Thou, Lord, alone canst know. 

My human heart that aches and grieves 

I bring, dear Lord, to Thee ; 
And trust, made pure in Jesus' blood, 

It will accepted be. 

More faith, more trust, more love T need, 
More patience and more grace ; 
Complete submission to Thy will. 
If I would see Thy face. 



92 FOR THE CHILDREN. 



KITTY'S RAMBLE. 

(^FTEX in the bright June weather, 

When the fields are gay with Howers, 
I have missed my Httle kitten 
Who will be away for hours. 

And to-night I said to kitty 

As she sprang into my la]>, 
Kissed my hands and purring gently 

Curled up for an evening na]) ; 

"Little pet, will not you tell me 

Where you've been the whole day long':' 
For you seem to be so happy 

Singing such a merry song." 

Kitty answered, "To the meadows, 
Where the little field-mice ]>lay; 

In and out among the rushes, 
I have been the live-long day. 

"There the bright-eyed, nodding daisies 
Sparkled with the morning dew ; 

While the buttercups and clovers 

Played I>o-peep as I passed through. 



KITTY 8 ka:mble. 93 

"There the silver birche's branches 

Waved their tassels too and fro ; 
But in vain I tried to catch them, 

Though they seemed to swing so low, 

"'Neath the trees a brooklet murmured ; 

Long [ played upon its brink 
Where I saw another kitten 

Every time I stooped to drink. 

"On a bank of ferns and mosses, 

Where light breezes o'er me swept, 
Through the sultry hours of noontide 

Lulled by insects' hum, I slept. 

"All the air was full of sunshine ; 

Bird and butterfly and bee, 
As they darted back and forward, 

Seemed as blithe as blithe could be. 

"But Avhen evening shadows gathered, 

And the dew began to fall. 
To their nightly resting places 

Quick they scattered one and all. 

"Then a gentle zephyr whispered 

'Little kitty, go home too ;' 
So amid the growing darkness. 

Swift I scampered back to vou. 



94 FOR TllK CHILDREN. 

"Meadows wide are nice for roaming, 
While the day is warm and bright ; 

But my cosy httle basket 
Is the safest place at night. 

"Now I'll drink the milk all creamy 
Waiting in my saucer blue ; 

And when sunrise brings the morning 
ril begin my play anew." 

Thus did kitty tell the story 
Of her ramble and her play. 

Don't you think my little kitten 
Had a very happy day? 




LUJ.LA-IJY S()N(i. 95 



LULLA-KY SOX (4. 
FoK F. A. A. 

(^OFT and slow, soft and slow 
— -.J^ Xow my darling baby go; 
Soft and slow, soft and slow, 
Over the hills to dreamland 2:0, 
vSoft and slow. 

Soft and sweet, soft and sweet, 
Sleep my darling baby sleep ; 
Soft and sweet, soft and sweet. 
While the angels watch do keep, 
Soft and sweet. 

Sweet and low, sweet and low, 
Mother loves her Frederic so ; 
Sweet and low, sweet and low. 
More than baby e'er can know. 
Sweet and low. 

Soft and light, soft and light, 
])e thy slumbers, dear, to-night ; 
Soft and light, soft and light. 
Let me kiss thee now good- night, 
Soft and light. 
July, 188C). 



96 ^ FOK THE CHILDREN. 

\ 

c^iiiLDirooirs pijavek. 

a 7\fiy\V I lay me down to sleep," 

Our infant lips were taught to say, 
"I pray the Lord my soul to keej)," 
'Twas thus we early learned to pra}^ 

"If I should die before I wake," 
In childish faith did we repeat, ' 

"I pray the Lord my soul to keep," 
Trusting for Heaven to be made meet. 

"And this I ask for Jesus' sake," 
This was the dearest line of all. 

Since 'tis the Savior bids them come 
And loves and blesses children small. 



Mf 
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FOR CHILDREN'S SI^NDAY. 
Mat. 19: 14. 

/q)HRIST said Forbid not the children, 
V^_^^^ Permit them to come unto me 
For of such as these babes in my bosom 
The kino;dom of heaven shall be. 



THE ulup: jay's message. 97 



THE BLUE JAY\S MESSAGE. 

^T HE March winds whistled loud and shrill 

The snow still lay on vale and hill, 
As weary Jane sat looking out 

With tearful eyes and fretful pout. 

"Xellie and Kate have gone to ])lay 
With Dora Lee across the way ; 

There's nothing out of doors to see 
But just one bare old a|)i)le tree. 

"1 am too old to play with dolls, 
I don't enjoy the neighbor's calls ; 

I cannot skate, nor slide, nor run, 
Nor have scarce any girlish fun, 

"Since on that dreadful July day 

I fell from off the load of hay. 
For it was then I sprained my knee. 

And hurt ray back so fearfully, 

"'Twas not so hard in summer hours, 

When there were birds and lovely Howers, 

When in my hammock I could lie 

And watch the white clouds sailing by. 



98 Fuli THE CIIILDKKN. 

"J5ut now tlie STiow lies on the ground, 
The Howei's are dead, there is no sound 

Of wild bird trilling joyously. 

No crickets chirp, or drone of bee." 

Just then a meri-y laugh rang out, 

Smiles quickly chased away the j)out ; 

"Quick, mother, come ; the blue jays, see, 
Such l)eauties in our apple tree! 

"First there were two, now there are five, 
The very branches seems alive ; 

They perk their heads and glance around. 
One on the snow some crumbs has found. 

"They watch me in a knowing way 

As if to me they wish to say 
'Sad little maiden be of cheer. 

The gladsome spring will soon be here. 

'Ki'e long gray skies will change to blue 
The earth in green be robed anew; 

For pussy-willows by the brook 
The eager children soon will look; 

Crocus and snowdroj) will appear 

The sweet first blossoms of the year ; 

And though we now must Hy avv^ay. 
The later birds will come to stay/" 



THE r.LUK jay's messa(;e. 99 

Tlie iiiotlier leaned o'er Jaiiie's chair 

And softly stroked her curling hair ; 
"J'ni glad my daughter heard so well 

The things the blue jays seemed to tell. 

"The l)ir(hes are our Fathei-'s care; 

AVe, too, his watchful love do share, 
Since He who marks a sparrow's fall 

AVill surely listen to our call. 

••'Our Father knoweth what is best, 

We on His jjromise sure may rest; 
H for His aid you truly pray, 

Jesus will help you day by day, 

"And then, in spite of aching knee, 

*A 'Sunshine-maker' you may be ; 
Your own keen pain be half forgot 

In easing some one's harder lot. 

"When home come sisters Kate and Xell, 

A sweet, glad story you can tell. 
Of how, on blue jay's wings this day, 

(4od's message came to Janie Gray." 

March Tith, 1894. 

*Simshine Makers — The name of a Children's Circle" of the Shut-in 
So^ciety, their aim, to forget their own sufferings by helping to 
relieve others. 

L.ofC. 



J 



lOU FOIi THE (^IIILI)UEX. 



CLOSE OF SC IIOOL-DAYS. 
For N. M. D. 

EA Elv more, my comrades clear 
Sliall we gatlier year by year 
From our well-woi-ii l)ooks to gain 
Wisdom deep, or broad, or plain ; 

But with zeal and pur|)ose true 
We can find enougli to do; 

Some kind act or word each day 
Surel}^ we may do or say. 

brother's laboi's we may share, 
Father's burdens hel}) to bear 

Keep the home-fires warm and bi-ight. 
Gladly welcome him at night. 

We must strive to do what's right 
In our Heavenly Feather's sight, 

Make our influence pure and strong 
F'or the right against all wrong. 

Then let death come when it may 
Short or long our earthly stay. 

Through the dear Lord Jesus' love 
We shall meet in joy above. 



( HITUMCIIAT. 101 



CHITUMCHAT. 

A Nonsense Rhyme. 

YJHE staid old lawyer's cat, 

Whose name was Chitumchat 
Was white, and sleek, and fat, 
By day she often sat 
Upon the great hall mat 
And idly watched for Nat, 
An old gray- whiskered rat 
As blind as any bat. 
Who, one day slyly gat 
Into John's Sunday hat ; 
Grave Sir John liked not that. 
He fumed, and scowled, and spat, 
ITe stormed and cried "Ge what," 
And ere slow Hannah Pratt 
Could think to cry out ''Scat 
He went and kicke<l the cat. 
Saying "You lazy brat. 
You good-for-nothing Ghat, 
(4o thou and catch that rat," 
"T will Sir," said the cat, 
"I'll give him 'tit for tat,' " 



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102 FOR THE CHILDUEX. 

Uprose slie from her mat, 
Her ears and tail aslat, 
And springing on the rat, 
With one resounding pat 
Slie laid him right out liat. 
Stern Sir John smiled thereat, 
Quickly his ire forgat ; 
With many a stroke and pat 
He stooped to ])urring Chat, 
"You are no idle brat 
But just the nicest cat." 
Into the old waste vat 
They threw poor dying Nat ; 
"The best place for a rat," 
Said lordly Chitumchat, 
"But I'm the petted cat 
Of rich Sir John De Watt; 
I'm very sleek and fat, 
I have a soft fur mat. 
And often get a pat 
When Sir John takes his hat 
And smiUng thinks of Xat. 
And there's the whole of that 
Poor rhyme about a cat. 



SATURDAY NKJHT THOUGHTS. 108 



SATURDAY NIGHT THOUGHTS. 

^'^^Y/OW pleasant is Saturday night," 
-^ V_^^ Thus runs tlie childish lay 
We often said at mother's knee, 
Before we knelt to pray. 

And even though oft-times we failed 

"I've tried hard to be good." 
She did accept, w^ith tender kiss. 

Forgiving, as she would 

Our many, little, heedless faults, 

If only we had tried 
Not her, alone, but also God 

To serve, and self denied. 

With broader aims and larger hopes. 
That come with manhood's j^ears, 

Should we not still that lesson heed 
'Mid weightier cares and fears '? 

With Saturday's return still scan 
The record of the passing week. 

And for our faults and faihngs all, 
God's ])ardoning mercy seek? 



1U4 FOR THE CHILDREN. 

Aii^d if, each day, some kindly deed, 
Some loving word or thought 

For Jesus' sake we have performed, 
Some blessing may have wrought, 

E'en though oft-times we fail and fall, 
If but our hearts are right, 

Shall not our small and weak attempts 
Be precious in His sight ? 

And if with humble, trusting heart, 

We crave for all our sin 
Forgiveness at His tender hand. 

Shall we not sureh^ win 

His gracious smile. His pardoning love. 
And sweetly sink to rest, 

As safe within our Father's arms 
As babes on mother's breast. 




CHILDISH ASPIRATIONS. 105 



CHILDISH ASPIRATIONS. 

(^AVIOR, Thou wast once a child, 
- — ^ Little just like me. 
Thou wast ever meek and mild, 
Help me so to be. 

Make my little eyes to see 

Thee in all around, 
Following in Thy footsteps Lord 

Let me e'er he found. 

Tune my little lips to sing 

Happy songs for Thee ; 
From unkind or sinful Avords 

Keep them ever free. 

Useful let my little hands 

In Thy service be, 
How e'er small the work they do 

Lfet it be for Thee. 



106 FOR THE CHILDREN. 

Make my little feet to run 
Errands of good will, 

Mother's bidding quickly do, 
Father's wish fulfill. 

Teach my little heart to love 
What is pure and true ; 

Then my life like Thine may be 
While Thy will I do. 



^^^^ 



FOR Y. P. S. C. E. MEETING. 



^^vATTHFUL and true be thy motto, 
^ Wiser and better each day ; 
Striving to please the Lord Jesus 
In all that you do or say. 



THE CHILDREN S BIRTHDAY (ilFT. 107 



THE CHILDKEN'8 BIRTHDAY GIFT. 

May 20th, 1889. 

3X the dusk of a warm May evening, 
Came a rap that we knew full well 
Was from Alice's childish fingers 
That could never reach the bell. 

And there in the open door- way, stood 
A winsome and bright-eyed maiden. 

Her wee white hands and pinafore 
With fragrant wild flowers laden. 

With finger pressed to her ruby lips, 
Low she whispered, "We must be still" 

Because our dear Aunt Susie Dane, 
Has all the Spring been very ill. 

"We have brought to her all these flowers. 
To-morrow's her birthday you know ; 

Though we can't go in to see her. 
We all wished our love to show ; 



108 FOR THE CHILDREN. 

"We found them way down in the pasture, 
A dog scared us almost to death, 

And Ave ran, and we ran and ran. 
Till we almost lost our breath. 

"We tied up these violet bunches 
Because we remember she told 

How 'Mary put some in her fingers. 
Before she w^as quite one day old.' 

"The rest are all here in this basket. 

(We hadn't the time to tie more,) 
.Vnd give her also this trinket 

We bought for her up at the store. 

"So please put them all on her table, 

Where she surely will see when she wakes ; 

And kiss her forty times over 

For Annie's, Julia's, and Alice's sake. 

"And we hope you surely will tell her. 
The very first thing in the morn, 

TTow glad are all we three girlies. 
That our dear Aunt Susie was born." 

And the sick one woke the next morning 
With a smile on her thin, pale face ; 

"I dreamed," said she, "I was well again, 
And back on the dear home ])lace. 



THE CIIILDEEn's HIRTIIDAY GIFT. 109 

"I dreamed of our violet corner, 

And it's flowers with dew-dro})s wet ; 

T laid once more against my cheek, 
Their fragrance seems with me yet." 

She turned her face on the pillow, 
Tears came to her smiling blue eyes 

As she saw the dear children's flowers, 
With such sweet and glad surprise. 

Then her sister gave her the kisses, 
And told how the children, for hours. 

Had toiled in the far off pasture 
To gather these delicate flowers. 

"Those precious, affectionate children ! 

What can make them care for me so, 
And bring all the l)eautiful flowers 

Their sympathy kind to show. 

Her sister said as she stood close by, 
Slowly smoothing the long brown hair 

"Because you love them dear, so well, 
x4.nd all their little pleasures share." 

Though Alice now is a woman grown. 

She can never look fairer to me, 
Then when sne stood that night at the door, 

AVith the mils of the children three. 




^ ISCELLAMEOUS.I 



112 :miscellaneous. 



FOU MY FRIENDS MR. AND MRS. CAME. 

On their Twenty-fifth Wedding Anniversary, Nov. 24th, 1800. 

(dTO-DAY fond memory turns to l)less 
^ That day so long ago 
When we two vowed while life should last 
To share both weal and woe. 

Days there have been of sunshine bright 

And nights of care and grief, 
When in each other's hearts alike 

AVe joy found or relief. 

And this day also wouhl we bless, 

With gratitude and praise, 
That to each other we are spared 

God's mercy crowns our days. 

We pray Him that this ha}>py day 

May oft repeated be. 
And though we part below, we'll meet 

In blest eternity. 
July, 1896. 



EAKLY TAKEN. Ill 



EARLY TAKEN. 

To C. L. D. On the death of my little neice, Oct. 4th, 1880. 
"The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the 
name of the Lord." 

"Not my will but Thine be done." 

I^ITTLE Dora— early taken, 
>^-^*^ From your hearth stone and your heart ; 
Taken from life's rugged pathway 
Ere she hardly made a start. 

Child of hope, and richest promise, 

How to her your hearts did cling; 
Lent you for a little season, 

Then she plumed her snowy wimr 



to 



irpward to the heavenly mansion 
God had formed for her above ; 

Ere he called her to receive it. 
Child of His paternal love. 

Early gathered, — ere life's warfare 
Marred her perfect innocence, 

Taken from all care and sorrow — 
Is not this a recompence 



114 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Fondest parents, for the trial, 
That the darling of your love, 

Freed forever from all suffering, 
Doth now bloom in realms above ? 

Thus transplanted, she is nurtured 
By our Father's tenderest care ; 

And you surely hope to meet her 
In the blissful regions there. 

Gone to meet the little brother 
Who passed on a while before ; 

Surely they will love each other 
Ever on that happy shore. 

Say you that her brothers needed 
Her sweet influence below ? 

Mayhap that the one in Heaven 
Needs the joy she can bestow. 

Taken from your earthly circle, 
She has only gone before, 

That unto the heavenly kingdom 
She may draw you more and more. 

She had loving friends to greet her. 
And the little life so pure 

Will be always spotless, sinless, 
And no trials will endure. 



EARLY TAKEN. 115 

Youngest blossom, your heart's treasure, 

Though you are of her bereft, 
Murmur not that God hath taken. 

Thank Him for the blessings left. 

Heavily, God's hand hath fallen ! 

Suddenly, He smote your hearts ! 
But His rich grace in full measure 

For your healing He imparts. 

Whom God loveth He chastiseth, 

And He scourge tli every son,- — 
But, who would not bravely bear it, 

If thereby a crown be won ? 

Yes, I know that all submissive, 

Though in grief, you whisper still ; — 

"As the Lord gave, now He taketh : 
Do Thine own and not our will," 

Through your trust, and faith in Jesus 

Your sad, bleeding hearts do cry: 
"Where, Oh Death, can now thy sting be ? 

And Oh grave, thy victory." 



116 MISCELLANEOUS. 



TO :my sisteu mollie. 

^()U vvlio have so long been witli nie, 
Partner of my joys and cares 
Unto you, I give the richest 

Of my love and thoughts and i)ra3'ers. 



"^V 



Yes, for many j^ears, you've had them, 
While for you Fve gently cared 

In 3^our sickness and your sorrows 
Wishing such you might be spared. 

You have ever been so cheerful, 
You have borne them all so well, 

Only He who laid them on you 
Can the weight of burdens tell ; 

For, indeed, they have been heavy 
Which He's placed on you to bear, 

'Till it seems as if beneath them 
You must falter in despair. 

But with every new affliction 
Has He not grace given too ; 

You to help, sustain and strengthen, 
Comfort all the journey through. 



TO MY SISTER MOLLIE. 117 

We have long been linked together 

In our hves so full of care, 
For to one has come no sorrows 

That the other did not share. 

Yes, together we've been treading 

In a rough and thorny way 
But to each there has been given 

"Grace sufficient for the day." 

We have each stood by the river, 

And have almost said farewell, 
Who but those who have passed throni^h it 

Can that anguish ever tell ? 

Not the one who would be taken. 

For to her it would be gain ; 
But the one we left behind us. 

Was to bear the loss and pain. 

]>ut the Lord in His rich mercj^ 

Did see fit to spare us still ; 
For which let us love and praise Hinj 

Bowing to Ilis perfect will. 

Let us be to each still dearer, 

Let us trust each other more, 
"All in all," be yet e'en nearer 

Than we've ever been before. 



118 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Hand in hand in every purpose, 

As each heart responds to heart, 
Till we reach the Heavenly city 

Where we sisters ne'er shall part ; 

AVhere we shall be warmly welcomed 

B}^ our loved ones gone before. 
All united, — undivided, — 

On the ha})py, golden shore. 

Dec. 25, 1886. 

FOR SISTER MARY'S BIRTHDAY. 

^October 23, 1896. 

^\ Y /hat my precious sister Mollie shall I wish for thee ? 
That this j^ear all joy and gladness with no tears 
may be *? 
For it were like sunshine only with never any rain 
To have our lives all pleasure unmixed with grief or pain. 

Nay, our heavenly P'ather knoweth and His way must wisest be. 

That both sun and shadow, joy and grief alike we see ; 

For through trials only, fit at last shall we become 

To receive a mansion in the bright and heavenly home, 

*Penciled July, 1896 aud left with a friend. 



TO IT. E. R., IX ILLNESS. 119 



TO H. B. R., IX ILLNESS. 

/fAo you feel that you can trust Ilim 
(3^^ Trying passive in TTis hand V 
Ves, with patience still, still waiting 
Ready be at His command. 

You have much on earth to bind you, 
Friends who love and want you so, 

Need your presence, and your guidance ; 
Can we, must we let you go ? 

Will our loving Heavenly Father 
Hear our sincere earnest prayer? 

As His kind ear low Lie bendeth 
May it not find entrance there ? 

Will He not our loved one spare us 

For much greater usefulness. 
For she seems so truly needed 

Both the home and church to bless. 

All that we caii do is trust Him 
While you in His hand lie still 

Help us each in faith to say. Lord, 
"Do thine own, and not our will." 



120 MISCELLANEOUS. 



TO MY FRIEXT) C. H. T.— 
(In California for his health.) 

,/^TWAY from home and all I love, 
^ AVhat lonely hours I see, 

And sometimes think within these wilds 
Will God remember me ? 

When gazing on the wondrous heights 
Of all these mountain peaks, 

I feel their majesty sublime 
The Great Creator speaks. 

And can but ask the question oft, 
With humble, reverent mien, 

"I'm such a speck amid it all 
Shall I by Him be seen ?" 

Yes, faith assures He leadeth me 

AVherever I may roam 
His tender watch is still the same 

As in my own dear home. 



TO MY FRIEND, O. H. T . 121 

F'or change of place can never cliange 

(tocFs love for nie and mine ; 
He i« most true and faitliful still ; 

Then let me not repine, 

But wholly rest myself on Ilim 

And Plis protecting care ; 
He'll give to me, ray dear ones too 

Each an abundant share. 

Much comfort, solace and support 

I find in Jesus' love, 
And feel each day a blessing rich 

Descend from Heaven above. 

Then let me ever patient lie 

Within God's sovereign hand. 
With hope, and trust, and faith secure 

To wait for His command. 



Feb. 18, 1887. 



-^*^^;^%t>^^ 



122 MISCELLANEOUS, 



TO MY FRIEND SARAH H.— . 

^^UST twenty years ago my friend, 
Qy Each pledged their love to each, 

And all these years, until this day 
Have only served to teach 

How unremitting, faithful, true. 

Such love as ours can be. 
When firmly sealed in strongest bonds 

Of Christian sympathy. 

How always in afHiction's hour 

That sympathy has fiown, 
With messages of love and prayer 

Into each other's home. 

To bear sweet comfort to the one 
Who bowed beneath the rod. 

While striving in the heart to say 
"It is the hand of God," — 

So gently whisper of His love, 

And help the burden bear, 
To say "Trust Him to do what's best 

Thouoh to our sight not clear." 



TO MY FRIEND SARAH II . 

Do you remember once you wrote, 

When I a friend had lost, 
"'Tis only those God loves the best 

That lie chastises most?" 

How oft to me have come such words 
So heart-felt, from your pen ; 

And just as ready, just as true, 
M}^ thoughts for you have been. 

In all these years there's been no time 
Love's intercourse has ceased ; 

AVith scarce a shadow all the way, 
It has in strength increased. 

These twenty years, at Christmas-tide 

Some token of our love 
Has been exchanged between us two 

Our steadfastness to prove. 

And New Year's, with its wishes kind 
We have remembered too ; 

Now many long and useful ones 
I ask, dear friend, for you. 

You say "with sadness oft you think 
How you will miss this love. 

If I am called the first to go 
To the brio-ht home above." 



124 MISCELLANEOUS. 

My heart responds the same to you 
Dear Sarah, life long friend ; 

But still we hope, we trust to meet 
Where friendshii)S never end, — 

P'or there will be no sickness, pain, 
Now want, nor sorrow's blight, — 

Where all is joy, and peace, and love, 
And Christ himself the light. 

And where our loved ones we shall meet. 

Who wait for us to come, 
Since they have only gone before 

To bid us "Welcome home." 

Xmas, 1887. 




BIRTHDAY LINES. 125 



BIRTHDAY LINES. 

To J. S. R. 

A Y/TIA1^ will the untried coming year 
For thee, my dear friend, hold ? 
I wish a store of love, and peace, 
And happiness untold ; 

But if dark shadows sometimes with 

The sunshine must be blent, 
I pray the Lord's sustaining grace 

And presence shall be lent. 

So enter this new year with hope, 

And trust until its end. 
That whether good or ill betide. 

The Lord will thee defend. 

And when life's work is ended here. 

And He shall bid thee come. 
These blessed words await thee there, 
"My servant, welcome home." 



August 1st, 1894. 



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GOOD-NIGHT GKEETIXG. 

To Rev. and Mrs. S . 

feTlIIS the last greeting of the 3^ear 

Seems somewhat sad, yet full of cheer; 
I trust the coming year may be 
Filled with a like prosperity. 

Yes, even more, I hope and pray 
The Lord will lead you day by day ; 

Strengthen your hands, give needed rest. 
And let your faithful work be. blessed. 

Yet more and more may 3^our own heart 

To do His will be set apart. 
That filled with grace and truth and light 

You other souls may lead aright. 

'Tis vain for man to seek success 
Unless their work the Spirit bless ; 

So while you labor, look above 

For God to crown your task of love. 



Dec. 81st, 1889. 



CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP. 127 



CIIIIISTIAN FELLOWSHIP. 

For Church Meetin}]^. 

LL ye who know the Lord 
Speak often of His h^ve, 
Kindle each other's liearts with zeal 
And lift your thoughts above 

Beyond the things of earth 

That daily clog the way, 
Unto the realm of perfect joy 

Which nearer draws each day; 

Where every care shall cease 
That here doth vex the mind, 

And every burden laid aside, 
Ye peace and rest shall find. 

Lift up the feeble hands, 

And hearts with grief oppressed ; 
Pour out your souls for other's woes, 

So shall vour own be blest. 



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FOK CHURCH MEETINGS. 

EMBERS of Christ's dear church below 
Communion sAveet we hold ; 
We shall delight above to find 
One Shepherd and one fold. 

United in our common Lord 

These earthly songs we bring ; 
With fuller joy and grander strains 

In Heaven we'll j3raise our King. 






THE LORD BLESS THEE. 

(5\_rOW simple are the words "The Lord bless thee," 
-J V_^^^ Yet what a power they hold, and help can be. 
When from the lips of friends sincere they fall ; 

For when the Lord doth bless, it covers all 
So only this to-day shall come from me 

With richest gifts of ever}^ name the Lord bless thee. 



love's power. 129 



LOVE'S POWER. 

"^^ UST as the sunlight draws the flower 
Qy By its own subtle silent power 
So, by our Feather wise, in Heaven, 
Unto each human heart 'tis given 
Through a like mysterious law 
Another's heart by love to draw 
Making all life sublime. 

Love is the sunlight of the soul, 
Its source of life, its final goal ; 
Brighter doth its radiance shine 
Than diamonds from Golconda's mine ; 
A purer joy earth cannot show. 
Nor higher bliss may angels know, 
For God himself is love. 



180 MIS<ELLAXEOUS. 



MASSABESICK LODGPL 

An acrostic. 

AX'\^ years have rolled away. 

Amid changes and decay, 
Since beside our waters clear 
Sachems roamed without a fear. 
All those Indian tribes are dead, 
Buried 'neath the maples red ; 
P^very trace of them is gone, 
Save their names on wood and |)ond, 
In the hollow of its hills 
Charming Massabesick still, 
King of waters, doth i-emain. 

Lodge of red men never more 
On the hills about its shores 
Do we find, but in their place 
Greet the wigwam of the pale-face. 
Ever dear, our 3Iassabesick. 

Massabesick is the name of a pretty pond in Alfred, a mile from 
tlie village, also of a Good Templars Lodge, of which Miss Dane 
was long an active member. 



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A TALE OF THE OLDEN TIME. 

For an Old Folks' Party. 

* /Y\ ^ friends, do you wish me to tell to you 
^ V_^-^ A tale of the olden time that is true ? 
I will tell it just as 'twas told to me, 

By my dear old grandma at seventy-three. 

My great-grandma 31orse, one Saturday morn. 
When her husband down to the woods had gone. 

Was heating her oven, as all had to do, 

Since stoves they had none, and bake-kettles but few. 

Her children were playing about the flooi- ; 

When an Indian in war paint burst open the door, 
The frightened children to mother quick ran. 

To save all their lives she made a swift plan. 

While the Indian drank (he found it a prize,) 

Her bowl of nice pumpkin, ready for pies. 
The long-handled shovel she suddenly caught, 

('Twas a good one, forsooth, from old England brought,) 

In the oven she thrust it under the coals. 

Its handle she wrapped in her long apron's folds; 

The Indian threatened, and brandished his knives. 
And SAVore he would take every one of their lives : 



Vi'2 MISCELLANEOUS. 

But brave MaiT 3Iorse her oven still stirred, 
As though of it all not a word had she heard, — 

'Till she whirled in an instant, shovel red hot, 
The Indian's loud cursing heeded she not. 

Now sidewise, now backward, over the floor, 
She watchfully drove him quite out of the door. 

Where she bravely stood guard and held him at bay 
'Till he gave up the struggle and hurried away. 

From the one small window up in the loft, 
At midnight, she shook her warming-pan oft, 

And thus frightened the hungry, wolfish pack. 

Who came fi-om the woods, till they turned swiftly back 

Since wolves, hke people, have often less fear 
Of what they can see, than something they hear. 

And doesn't this show that a brave woman's wit 

Is sometimes as good as man's strength every whit"? 

By such deeds as these, from woman's weak hands, 
For the freedom and peace of our dear native land 

As much, I do think, and as bravely, was done 
As by patriot men who handled a gun. 

And so to yom* ears this story I've told. 
How my great-gran dmama, in days of old, 

Drove the wolves and Indians back from her door. 
And thus saved the lives of her dear children four. 



TRIBUTE OF AFFECTION TO SUSIE M. DANE. 133 



TRIBUTE OF AFFECTION TO SUSIE 31. DANE. 

At Rest, Aug. 20th, 1890. 

SYTARK! They whisper, angels say, 
^^ — — ^ "Sister spirit, come away ; 
Join us where no tears can fall. 
Where is seen no funeral pall, 
Where all pain and care are o'er. 
Safe with Christ forever more." 

Mute the lips friends fondly kissed, — 
Dear one, you are sadl}^ missed. 

Cold the hands friends loved to clasp 
Held by angels in warm grasp, 
Pale the brow and still the heart 
Loved one, it is hard to part. 

But our meeting soort will be 
Over by the crystal sea; 

And we'll gaze as oft of yore 
On your smiling face once more. 
Eye to eye and heart to heart. 
Never, nevermoi'c to part. 



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MISCELLAXEOUS. 



In her "corner," vacant now, 
Fain would we in praises bow ; 
For the Christian graces shed 
Like a halo 'round her bed. 

For the influence pure and bright 
Shining like tlie stars of night. 

From her life, shadowed by pain. 
Help and cheer to others came ; 
We'd cherish all her words of love, 
Until we meet in realms above 

Where every heart and every tongue 
Unite in Heaven's harmonious song. 

Lovingly her friend and Shut-In-Sister, 

Emily A. Tuttle. 
MiDDLEBUKY, CoNN., Oct. 3rd, 1896. 




NOT FOR(iOTTEN. 135 



NOT FORGOTTEN. 

To My Sister Susie. 

TV /hen the hills with sunrise blush, 
^ ^ 'Mid the noontide toil and rush, 

While I list' the happy thrush 

Singing in the twilight hush, 

A sweet voice I used to know 
Seems to whisper, soft and low, 
"Mollie dear, I love you so." 

When T wander o'er the lea, 

Stand beside the heaving sea, 

Watch its white waves tossing free, 

All the past comes back to me ; 
In the ceaseless ebb and flow 
Still I hear your whisper low^ 
"Sister dear, I love you so." 

When I leave the town behind, 

l"p tlie rocky hillside wind 

In some quiet nook to find 

Comfort for my troubled mind 

Through the trees the soft winds blow, 
And they bring your whisper low 
'^Mollie dear, I love you so." 



136 MISCELLANEOUS. 

In the lovely days of June 
When the birds are all in tune, 
From the broad lake cries the loon, 
And the night-fall comes too soon ; 
In the sunset's after-glow 
Comes that whisper soft and low 
"Sister dear, I love you so." 

And when winter once asrain 
Binds the river with its chain, 
Shrouds in white the verdant plain 
Still I listen not in vain. 

For amid the falling snow 

Oft I hear your whisper low 
"MoUie dear, I love you so." 

Mary E. Dane. 

Alfred, Feb., 1898. 




